Bright Moon - a land sullied by mystery and the ravaging scars of a terrible fire. Abandoned as a pack land for years, the terra has been used as a gathering place for the brazen and bloodthirsty drawn there by the lingering pall of death. Yet from the ashes there comes an unordained phoenix, the rainbow hues of hope glinting in her mismatched globes. Through the obsidian drapes obscuring the scenery, she alone was able to catch the perfumed aroma of new life on the breeze and hear the sluggish streams flowing ever swifter into the morning.

Thus, with a purpose, she set out to map the incognita, discovering daily the extent of the reawakening and unearthing within herself a desire to return the landscape to its former glory. Now she stands tall as privileged Alpha of the lands, lording over the rock-strewn prairie and bountiful forests with a firm but gentle paw.

Having finally realized her deepest longing to be a queen, Satowra is focused solely on the revival and maintenance of the Bright Moon Pack. Her question to each prospective warrior that comes to the border is simple:

"Do you have what it takes?"

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Aggression. It had utterly transcended the clearing, dominating the scents, sounds and sights. The very atmosphere was tensed, brimful of the feeling. His face still was relatively blank, as his mind was still otherwise occupied with the ones in his mind. To him, they were more important than the outside. After all, they were the only reason he wasn't lonely, and according to them, he would have not been able to make it without them. When he lunged at the white one, the other wolves reacted quickly. From one side, the beta was rushing in, from the other, another tan-hued warrior leapt, and out front, the wolfess who was his target surged forward. Dangit. He smiled slightly, detached, but was unable to halt his head on leap. He met Misty in midair, her front legs grasped his head and chest as her teeth entertained his front. He received a bite to the face, marring his lip beyond all healing. His smirk faltered and he yelped slightly before ceasing any displays of weakness. Growling now, he lowered his head and hunched his shoulders, sidestepping to the right in an attempt to make her slip off his broad shoulders. While he was otherwise occupied, the other three she wolves had closed the distance. He received bites to various areas of his body. If he had managed to slip away from Misty, he would shake free of the struggle and regroup/retreat slightly. If not, he would try and take a chunk out of his captor's chest area.


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